Sunday, May 30, 2010
We were at a vacation cottage on a lake. The adults had been drinking all day when they finally joined us at the lake. My cousin Karen was flying a Gayla kite (I believe the above pictured model), when mom slurred: "Let me fly your kite Karen". Karen reluctantly handed it over to mom, but mom wasn't coordinated enough and dropped the spool. The kite started to fly away. Mom would've tried to chase it, but she was in no condition to run after a kite (plus she would've dropped the drink in her hand). Karen chased it for a few hundred feet before everything flew out of reach, and the kite was gone. She was mad for the rest of the vacation. Yes, sucked to be her..